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kykyonthemoon · 9 months ago

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The Day You Were Destined To Be His Caretaker

The cat café you frequent allows customers to adopt cats, and you are thrilled to be a cat caretaker. The fluffy fellow you bring home, though, seems to be more than simply a cat.

── .✦ Character x Female Reader|MC

Included parts in order: Rafayel - Xavier - Zayne - Sylus

♡︎. Tags: Alternate Universe, therianthropy (cat/human hybrids), fluff, soft and sweet, caring, cat cafés.

♡︎. Word count: 4k1

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── .✦ Ky Ky’s notes:

This story was inspired by Yes, Cat Caretaker version & Meow Time event. It is my entry to the Love and Deepspace Cat Caretaker Assembly - Fan Art Contest.

I really appreciate all your support on my X <3

References to their cat breeds: x

Rafayel - The playful cat

That day, you traveled to a common cat café by the shore. There were many cats at the café that had been adopted by customers. You hoped that you would find one to become your companion too. Then, you met him.

The cafe's largest treehouse at the time featured a little, curly-furred Devon Rex on the top floor. You had no idea how he climbed up there, because unsteady legs made it obvious that he was frightened of heights. His big round eyes scanned the world madly before closing. You were the only one who listened to his tiny meows.

You hurried over, held up your hands to the cat, and said:

“Come down here. I will catch you.”

"Meow?"

He opened his eyes and gave you a serious look. He still did not seem to have much faith in you. This was a cat you had never seen at the café before. Perhaps he was brought here by the owner recently.

“It'll be okay,” you said once again in a gentle and reassuring tone. A staff member approached you and said:

“This cat has been mischievously climbing up there again. It's obvious that he's afraid of heights, yet he just likes to crawl up there. We don't know why. Please give us a moment so we can take him down.”

“No need,” You replied. “I'll give it a shot. Is that okay?”

After giving you a nod, the staff moved aside to observe your attempts to get the cat down. You stood on your tiptoes and your raised arms felt weary. But you always smiled and comforted the cat.

“It's okay. I'll always wait for you down here!"

After pondering for a while, the cat decided to jump down. He rushed into your arms. Immediately, you hugged the small soft cotton ball tightly. From that day on, he followed you home.

You had never owned a cat before, so in the first few days, you were very tired of having to chase him around the house. What surprised you so much was that while you failed to think of a good name for him, one morning when you woke up, you caught the cat with your pile of old crayons. He had written on a piece of paper the name Rafayel.

Although you found it strange, you decided to call the cat by that name. After a long day at work, Rafayel enjoyed wrapping himself around your feet whenever you got home. However, he was also so mischievous that while you were away, the house was usually in disarray. You once took Rafayel to plant trees in the garden. He enjoyed playing freely, chasing frogs, and catching butterflies there. He was so eager to assist you with digging that he even dove into a pot of dirt, getting his fur all soiled in the process. You laughed while feeling sorry for him at the same time.

“Look! I've just planted a meowing tree.”

Then, you grabbed him by his scruff and took him to the bathroom.

“You're so playful. You got dirt all over your fur now."

You put Rafayel in the tub and turned on the shower. Abruptly, a thin stream of smoke spread across the room. After a moment, your cat was out of sight as the haze gradually cleared. Rather, a man with purple eyes who looked exactly like Rafayel was sitting in the tub.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" You let out a loud scream. “YOU PERVERT! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CAT?!”

To your surprise, you tumbled to the bathroom floor while defending yourself with the showerhead turned on. Water splashed onto the man's bare chest. He tried to use his hand to shield the water from the shower and finally decided to reach over and turn it off. You were the focus of his teary eyes. He seemed somewhat distressed.

"Who are you calling a pervert? You've been dragging me into bed with you every night for the past few days, as you can see! Just now, you even wanted to give me a bath!”

"Huh???"

“It's me. Rafayel.” He said, pointing with one hand to the ears on his head and the tail peeking out from inside the bathtub. "Do you no longer recognize me, my lady?"

“R-Rafayel?”

“Yes… Meow?”

Although you had heard tales about therianthropes coexisting with humans, you never ventured to think that the cat you had taken in was one of them! For a moment, you were unsure of what to do, and could only mumble to yourself: "Refund... I want a refund... Obviously the café staff gave me the wrong cat..."

“What? Do you want to send me away?” Leaning toward the bathtub's edge to be nearer to you, Rafayel scowled. You always knew that therians had their own charm, but meeting such a picturesque person was beyond your imagination.

He continued to sulk: "The person who just promised to take good care of me for the rest of my life, now wants to throw me away?"

To be fair, you had said that to the Devon Rex, not to the charming curly-haired boy in front of you. You wanted a cat to keep you company, yet ended up with a half-cat, half-human sullen man. You stood up, intending to get out and figure out how to deal with this later, but Rafayel swiftly grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the bathtub with him.

“Are you really going to leave me? Once you've made a promise to me, you cannot go back on it! Even if you wish to get rid of me, it's already too late! You're stuck with me, no matter what!"

Xavier - The super cat

There was a recent event at the local cat café to allow patrons to adopt cats. The requirement was to be selected by that feline and capable of caring for the little animal companion. It was ideal because you had been searching for a pet to care for. There was only one problem: the cat you had your eye on was the most famous character at the café.

He was a Ragdoll named Xavier, with large, wide blue eyes and silky fur. Ever since he showed up at the café a few days earlier, had been the talk of the town, the "prince" that everyone wanted to take home. However, Xavier showed no concern for the customers. Because he disliked being touched, he typically slept in the treehouse. There were times when you found the cat snarling at others that you had just fed or petted. He would then approach and rub his head on your hand.

At times like that, you could not help but pick up the cat, place him in your lap, and caress that soft belly. Instead of displaying any signs of distress, the cat even purred to indicate how at ease he was. You pondered why none of the other cats dared approach you whenever Xavier was by your side. Then, the café owner congratulated you that he had chosen you as his caretaker, and that you could go through the adoption process right away.

You set up a cozy mattress for the cat next to the bed on the first night you brought Xavier home. Unconcerned, he sprang into the bed, climbed into your cozy cover, and requested to lay next to you. No matter how many times you scooped him up, Xavier still climbed onto the bed. Eventually, you gave in and let him sleep with you on the bed.

After a few days, Xavier got used to his new life with you. Whether it was night or day, he slept a lot, ate a lot and rarely went out. Additionally, he had a keen sense of other animals' smells. For instance, before going home one day, you went to pet the neighbor's cat. Xavier did not even bother coming to the door to greet you anymore but sat huddled in the corner.

“Xavier?” You called, but your cat did not respond.

You purposefully consoled Xavier by placing the bag of newly purchased cat toys on the table and bringing them out one at a time. However, he simply turned away from you and seemed to be sulking a lot while staring out the window.

"I apologize... I promise not to let another cat touch me next time." You said, taking note of Xavier's demeanor. His ears turned in the direction of your voice, albeit he did not move an inch. “Even the dog next door, the squirrel on the way home, the birds…”

You thought Xavier would be angry and ignore you for good, but when you curled up in the blanket and dozed off, you felt the bed sink. Your hand went to the area beside you. Were you dreaming? Because it was not a cat that you touched.

The hand belonged to someone else. That person's warmth was quite familiar, and there was a hint of the cat fragrance you sometimes used for Xavier. You attempted to see closer by opening your heavy eyelids. The muscular, exposed chest of someone stood before you. On occasion, he would even softly rub his cat ears on your cheek and nuzzle down on your neck. He draped his tail over your body. It was an all too familiar dream. Since you had picked up Xavier, it felt as though you were having this same scenario every night.

You started paying more attention to Xavier and suspected that your cat may be a therianthrope. Nevertheless, you lacked any hard proof until one day.

The treehouse set you bought a few days before arrived that day. After some effort, you were able to put most of the components together. The top floor was quite high, so you had to find a ladder and climb up. You put everything together and then turned to face Xavier. His tail was still up in the air, and he was still absorbed in the cardboard boxes in the center of the home.

“Xavier? Do you think the treehouse is good now?"

Xavier turned around and looked up at you. From above, it felt like he was just the size of your palm. So small, so adorable. You climbed down the ladder, but it was so unsteady that you slipped.

“Ouch!”

You felt like you were falling down with the tilting ladder. You might end up on the cat. Yet, Xavier vanished in an instant. Rather, powerful arms seemed to hold you up, embraced you, and you both collapsed upon the unkempt pile of boxes.

"Meow!"

You stared down at the person underneath you while holding your body up with your arms. These perked ears, this tail covering your legs, even those blue eyes that were gazing at you with affection... You were quite familiar with all of these.

Was it the therian you saw every night in your dreams?

"Xavier?

He gave you a worried expression.

“My lady, are you okay?”

“You… You really are… a…”

You were unable to convey how you were feeling at the time—confused, anxious, mixed with a little joy.

“Hmm?” Xavier glanced at you and blinked. “It's me. Your Xavier.”

“But you… you're a cat…”

While surprised, you saw his face getting closer and closer as he sat up and said to you: "I am a cat. I am also human. My lady, which shape of mine do you prefer?"

Zayne - The cat maid

Lately, you had got the impression that the furniture in the home had sprouted legs on its own and everything was more neat than before.

At first, you assumed it was because you were absent-minded or careless. Despite the fact that you did nothing, your house gradually grew cleaner and tidier. Not only that, but there was always warm water in the kettle when you returned home from work.

You suspected the house was haunted, but this ghost was really a considerate one! You had just recently moved to this cold, snowy mountainside town for work. Being busy with work had left you with no time to rearrange your stuff, and you frequently were ill because you were unaccustomed to the weather. Thus you were quite thankful to someone who came to clean up and care for you discreetly. Without a doubt, the landlord never paid you a visit, and the neighbors saw no one else entering or exiting your home. How strange!

"Hey, do you think our house has a… ghost?" You questioned the large gray and black cat, who was proudly patrolling the home. When he saw you, he lifted his tail and let out a "meow".

You recently adopted this Maine Coon cat. With his significant size and lengthy fur, he provided you with warm comfort while you were alone in this strange, frigid region. You encountered the cat outside a café. The owner stated that stray cats frequently came in looking for food, and if they liked a customer, they would most likely accompany them home. At that moment, your Maine Coon was outside. Snow dropped all over his luxurious fur. He continued to stare at you for a long time. After a time, you decided to walk out to greet him and share with him some of your food.

The cat was not seeking for food, just gently rubbed its head against your palm. He even gently bit you, causing you to cry, "Ouch!"

Only then did you realize that the cat's two front limbs were covered with overlapping scars. You did not scold him and softly massaged his head and ears.

“You're also having a hard time finding food, right? Do you want to come home with me?”

The cat's distinctive blue and yellow eyes flickered briefly. He followed you home. Sometimes you questioned if he was just a cat or a therianthrope. He gave you the sense that he was actually a person. However, the cat never turned into a human. Back in the home, he rubbed his soft hairy head on your face.

"Alright," you laughed because it was ticklish. "If you see someone else entering the house while I'm away, definitely don't let them run away again."

The cat purred gently. You had to put the investigation on hold for a while to focus on your work. Still, there was one time when you forgot your documents at home, you returned at noon and discovered someone was inside the house.

You moved carefully into the living room. A massive cat tail stood out straight and swung gently behind the sofa. You realized it was your Maine Coon's tail. You called softly:

"Zayne?"

Two cat ears emerged behind the sofa. But this was not the Zayne cat you knew.

The face stared at you both strange and somewhat familiar. His pupils, which resembled your cat's, widened in astonishment. You were shocked when that person stood up straight since he was so tall. He was attired in your black apron with white ruffled edges, carrying a feather duster in one hand and a pile of old books and newspapers you had thrown haphazardly under the sofa.

The person who helped you clean every day had revealed his face. The only thing was, you could not believe that it was really your cat.

“Z-Zayne?!”

The tail behind him whipped vigorously. You were not unfamiliar with therians living alongside humans, especially in this town. However, this was the first time you had seen your cat being... no longer a cat. You were deeply perplexed.

You suddenly realized that you had been living with a therian for some days without knowing anything. You carelessly cuddled him and let him sleep with you in bed. You felt so embarrassed. As a result, after that, Zayne sat crouched on the floor and listened to you scolding him for not giving you his true identity from the very beginning.

"I'm sorry…" Zayne responded. He looked up to you, who was now sitting on the sofa. One of his hands paused before placing it on your thigh. He pulled his face closer and longed to rub against you, precisely as when he was in cat shape, yet he was also concerned that you would push him away. "I wanted to tell you before, but I didn't know how to say it so you wouldn't be afraid or detest me."’

Why did he assume you would fear or despise him because he was a therian? You examined him intently, seeking for any remaining Maine Coon features. Dust had left a smear on his angular face. Unexpectedly, you put out your hand to wipe it away. Zayne saw your gesture as a sign of peace. He immediately rubbed his face into your palm.

"Eh…" You were about to withdraw your hand, but his adorable expression made you reconsider. You still didn't appreciate being lied to, and you felt taken advantage of during the last few days. You delicately squeezed his cheek before using both hands to play with his face as compensation.

Zayne appeared miserable, yet he patiently let you play with him. Looking down, you noticed his velvety tail wrapped around your leg. After you were done, he spoke up:

“There will be a snowstorm soon. You're not going to kick me out, are you?”

“Hmmm. Let's see.”

You gave a thoughtful pose.. Zayne could not wait any longer before continuing:

“I can clean the house. I can also cook.”

You pondered briefly before pointing to his cat ears. "Can I touch your ears?"

In cat shape, Zayne frequently refused to let you touch his ears. You must take advantage of this opportunity.

Zayne stared at you for a while. He reluctantly leaned closer to you. One of his ears shifted slightly before your eyes.

“If you allow me to stay here then… All right.”

Sylus - The cat's return

One afternoon, you went to a cat café in a small, wild mountainside village. You had recently moved here for work and had no idea where to go because you were unfamiliar with the streets. You had just heard from a neighbor about the café and stray cat shelter, so you decided to check it out.

The cats were originally aloof from you, but after an afternoon, they became closer to you. Many cats allow you to scratch their heads and rub their tummies. Most of the cats here were stray; some were abandoned by their prior owners, while others were frequently injured when fighting wild creatures. Seeing how well you cared for the cats, the owner invited you to return here on a daily basis to play with and care for them. You could even bring one home if you wished to.

That day, you went to the café when the cats were eating dinner. The owner had prepared their meal. You watched them eat to their hearts' content, discreetly checking attendance and selecting which kitty to bring home with you. All of a sudden, in the far corner was a caracal cat whose size stood out among the crowd. He was pushing the other cats away and taking their food.

The little cats started to fuss. You stepped over and retrieved the bowl of food for the cat who was wailing in your arms. The caracal cat glanced at you. His eyes were crimson; the abnormal kind of red. He was growling even. You grasped the tiny cat and moved away from him.

The caracal cat gave you a furious look. You spotted him heading towards the other cats, attempting to get more food. Letting out a sigh, you entered the café to ask for another meal.

When you returned, the caracal cat was there at the entrance. It was as if he knew you were going to bring out more food. You placed the bowl on the porch.

“Here you go. Don't steal other cats' food anymore, okay?”

The caracal cat glanced at you for a time before starting to devour his meal. When he was done, he proudly strolled over to where you were seated to enjoy the cool air with a few other cats on your lap. The cats fled away as soon as they noticed him. You felt sad for him having to face such isolation, but considering how he had just taken the other cats' food, you could sympathize with them.

The caracal cat rubbed against your thigh. You patted his head for a while. He seemed quite nice now, not as intimidating as he did when battling for food. Since then, you constantly brought him an additional meal. Of course, he grew more devoted to you. One day, you questioned the café owner:

"Why doesn't the caracal cat outside have a bowl of his own?"

The owner slowly replied:

“The one that you always feed? He's a wild animal. He doesn't live with us here.”

"Huh?…"

"He always comes to the café to fight other cats for food," the owner went on. "We left him alone since we couldn't drive him away. Other than eating a little too much and scaring other cats here, he doesn't cause any trouble. But he appears to really like you. Have you considered adopting him?"

The café owner's urgent eyes seemed to be begging you to take this scrounger away as soon as possible. All you could do was chuckle. Through the window, the caracal cat's ruby eyes were still watching over you.

The fact that he would truly follow you home was unexpected.

“Hey, go back to your place. You can't stay here.”

You chased the caracal cat away. Yet he kept coming back the next day, and the day after that. He spent the entire night prowling around your house. One time when it was raining cats and dogs, as you considered how lonely he must be spending all night outside, you felt quite sorry for him. You opened the door to find him on the porch, sheltering from the rain, his fur partly wet, and he was licking his wounds.

“Come inside,” you said to the caracal cat. His injuries must have resulted from fighting with wild animals. With the intention of taking him to the veterinarian the next morning, you left him in the living room and went to get some bandages. Yet when you came back, he was gone.

There was a noise in the bedroom so you went to check. You caught a glimpse of a caracal cat's tail inside. you were to find a towering man with ears and a caracal cat tail on your bed, countless wounds covered his body. Panicked, you quickly grabbed the clothes hanger, which was the closest thing you could reach for protection.

“Hey?… Mister?…” You called out, using the clothes hanger to poke at that person's body. His eyes, which were as brilliant crimson as two precious gems, opened slightly.

“A therian?…” You said to yourself in a whisper. If the caracal cat you often feed was a therianthrope, he probably would not harm you. It was very difficult given his current state. After giving it some thought, you choose to help him bandage the wound first.

The caracal cat's eyes were partly closed as he lay still, watching you. After treating his wounds, you said:

“I'll let you stay here for the time being. Once you recover, I will see how you can repay this."

Therian gave a smile. He waggled his tail beside your feet. He replied:

“I owe you this time, my lady.”

“Not just this time. How about the times I fed you? They must be accounted for.”

Your face heated as you remembered that you had previously caressed a therian with affection and that attractive one was now laying there. After gathering the remaining bandages, you headed out. However, he swiftly caught hold of your wrist and pulled you onto the bed.

“Stay here…” He whispered. “Your scent… It's very soothing…”

His breath carried the untamed scent of the forest, enveloping you. Your heart started to skip a beat. "You ask for too much," you replied, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. "Are you sure you can repay me later?"

“I, Sylus, am not an ungrateful creature,” he said, still holding the irresistible, devilish smile on his lips as he nuzzled into your arms. “How would you like me to repay your kindness, my lady?”

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m1guelsgf · 9 months ago

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done for the night

axel kovacevic x reader

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hiiiii this is my first fic for any CK character so i'm kinda nervous. hope u like it. i started a pt. 2 already bc i just love axel but i also wanna write him in different scenarios as well! will open my requests asap :)

c.w.

s6pt2 spoilers, drinking.

being in barcelona was a dream. you were grateful that you were able to tag along with the miyagi do's. sensei larusso and sensei lawerence always liked you, especially johnny. being miguel's best friend is a privilege you were happy to have. sure, it came with a lot of drama but it also came with a protector, a group of friends, and some karate skills.

plus, being miyagi do's water girl wasn't a bad deal for being flown out to barcelona.

you were enjoying being on the inside of all the events while not needing to fight. the first couple of rounds you seen were intense. being around all these powerful people made you a little nervous but you had hope nothing terrible would happen like the rumble at west valley. these weren't angry teenagers fueled off drama and angst, they're athletes. aspiring professionals.

after miyagi do managed to stay in the game by the skin of their teeth, everyone was getting ready to go out. sam was talking your and devons ear off about spain and all the things her and miguel were going to do in their freetime when there was a knock at the door. you got up from your spot at the vanity and opened it to see miguel.

he was distressed, foot anxiously tapping with a hand through his hair. "is sam in here?"

"yeah, sam." you waved her over to the door. "you good, miggy?" miguel opened his mouth to speak and his eyes immediately welled up with tears. "what's wrong?"

"my mom..." his voice shook as he took sam in his arms for a hug. "something's wrong with the baby, i need to go back home." he spoke, voice muffled by sams hair.

"of course." you nodded. "is there anything we can do?"

he only shook his head and hugged sam harder.

"miguel." johnny said from the end of the hallway and beckoned him.

miguel let sam go and gave you a quick but tight hug before taking off. you and sam share an uneasy look before going back inside the room.

"miguel's going back home? sensei too?" devon asked and the two of you nodded.

"i need a drink." you said, grabbing your purse.

***

at the bar, everyone just seemed to take the gloominess with them. knowing miguel was struggling made it impossible to have fun.

"what are we going to do now that miguel's gone?" devon asked hawk and demitri.

"we could always have y/n take his spot?" hawk said, giving you a look over like he was sizing you up.

you scoffed. "yeah right, i wasn't even good enough to fight for a spot in the sekai tekai. getting my ass kicked on the world stage isn't on my bucket list."

"i'm serious." hawk said. "if they can't get kenny, you're next up. so don't black out this time." hawk pointed at your drink, remembering the time you got blackout drunk and threw up all over the inside of his car at one of moons parties.

"i'd prefer drunk y/n over kenny any day." demitri started. "at least she didn't shit her pants."

"oooookay." you stood up, taking your empty glass with you. "i'm getting another drink." you saw the way they were looking at you. "my last one. i don't think you guys will need me but if you do, i'll be ready. i promise."

you walked over to the bar, where sam and robby were sitting. "hey."

"hey." sam said and robby only nodded.

"what's with him?" you noticed robby's bad mood as soon as you walked up.

"maybe you can help." sam stood up, taking her cup with her. "i'm gonna go sit with the others for a sec, see if miguel still has service."

"okay." you nodded, taking sams spot at the bar. "what's wrong?"

"everything." robby sighed. "i need a drink."

you wanted to tell him not to, that it wouldn't solve anything but you knew that he already knew.

"get one, whatever you want. i got us for the first round." you took some cash from your pocket. "hey, can i get a mai tai and..."

"a rum and coke. double. please." robby asked and the bartender nodded, getting to work on your drinks.

"it's one of those nights, huh?" he only nodded, peering at the other edge of the bar for a moment before scoffing and turning back to you.

"yeah." you looked down to where he had just looked, to see tory and kwon sitting besided each other. kwon had an arm around her shoulders and was whispering something in her ear.

"i'm sorry robby. she's gonna come around, i know she is."

"i don't know. she's doing better without me." robby took a sip of his drink and looked down to where tory was sitting. kwon had separated from her but was still close. "and i'm here." he looked at his drink. "thanks by the way."

"it's not good to drink alone. especially when you're down." you nodded, taking a sip of your drink. "also, i missed out on the robby who smoked weed and skated everywhere. i hear he was kinda fun."

"i still skate everywhere." he said with a small laugh. "just not a skate rat anymore."

"yeah, you're the captain now." you gently nudged his shoulder. "i don't know how that feels exactly, the pressure, but i do know that you're gonna make everyone back home proud. especially tory."

"i hope so." he took another drink and eventually, his was gone.

"i know so. she's been watching every one of your fights."

robby cringed a little bit. "knowing i've lost every one of my fights definitely makes me feel lame."

"you're still in it. there's still tomorrow." you took another sip of your drink.

robby nodded. "i'm gonna go to the bathroom."

you nodded in return, looking over your shoulder to see hawk on his phone, sam and devon talking, and demitri dancing with a girl. when you turned back to where robby was sitting, kwon was in his seat.

"hi."

"hello." you were playing with your straw.

"what are you drinking?"

"a mai tai." your responses were dry but kwon wasn't backing off.

"do you want to dance?" he offered his hands but you shook your head, backing away a little.

"no, thanks."

"what? you're only miyagi do's little girlfriend? not for the rest of us?" kwon leaned in closer. "i can treat you better than keene."

"leave me alone, kwon."

"hey." robby's voice came from behind you.

kwon only scoffed and backed up. "someone's waiting for me anyways." he stood up. "i promise i'll keep her warm tonight, keene." he said before leaving the bar.

"are you okay?"

"i need some air." you stood up and went outside, leaving your friends at the bar. you felt bad for leaving robby alone but you couldn't be there anymore.

you felt the effects of the alcohol as you walked down to the beach. your head was spinning. you stopped and took a seat near the shore, sighing as you looked out to the water.

and then you saw him.

axel kovacevic.

he had been destroying his opponents on the mat. nobody's been able to land a point on him. he was one of the strongest competitors. he was stoic too, especially now as he was practicing his kata about 10 feet away from you. in the moonlight, by the ocean, with the alcohol making your perspective soft, he wasn't robotic. he was focused. until he caught you staring at him.

you made eye contact and immediately looked down at your lap. you waited about 5 seconds to check if he was still looking and he was full on staring. it was awkward. he wasn't looking at you as a threat, but with curiosity.

the two of you observed each other for a silent minute before you decided to say something. "hi." you waved and he didn't say anything in return. "you're axel right?" he nodded. "i'm y/n. i liked the kata you were doing."

"i'm not supposed to speak with opponent." he turned away from you and you stood up.

"i'm not your opponent. i'm not even fighting in the tournament. more like, emergency backup." you smiled, watching the corner of his lips tug upwards.

"why aren't you fighting?" he asked curiously, taking a step closer to you.

"i'm not really a fighter like my friends are." you shrugged. "you're great though."

"i'm alright." he leaned over to pick up his shirt and revealed bruises on his back. the sight made you wince.

"what happened?"

"bo staff competition."

"nobody has been able to land a point on you yet." you looked at him and he had a sort of an embarrassed look. "i know about... your sensei. one of my friends saw. it's not right. you should be out with your team, not practicing alone."

"there's always time for practice. my sensei wants me to be the best. it's because of him i never lose."

"doesn't make it right." you responded. "your entire dojo is pretty great though, i have to admit."

"you're pretty." axel stopped himself. your face was on fire and so was his. "your dojo's pretty good too."

"thanks. do you wanna walk with me? back to the hotel?" you asked, rocking on your heels. axel looked around and nodded and you both took off into the night.

"how long have you been fighting for?" you asked.

"ever since i was a kid. what about you?"

"only a couple years. after one of my friends got really hurt, i decided i had to get serious about learning. he had been teaching me some stuff but when it happened i just had to join a dojo. it was actually... cobra kai."

axel looked at you in disbelief. "you were in cobra kai?"

"yeah. after miguel got hurt, i was really angry and i took it out on everyone."

"miguel..."

"he was the original cobra kai." you remembered when miguel excitedly showed you his first gi. "it's a long story though. those sensei's, silver. they put me and all my friends through hell. so i know what its like to have a sensei do anything to make you the best, even hurt you."

axel couldn't say anything, he could only look at you with wonder. "is that why you don't fight anymore?"

"kind of. i don't know. i'm just not as angry as i used to be. i feel like my anger was the only reason i was ever good and i don't wanna live like that." you shrugged.

"i understand." he nodded. "i love karate but i don't want to be a robot all the time." you shook your head and opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted. "i hear what everyone says. they call me a monster, a machine. sometimes i just want to be axel." you nodded, this time you didn't have anything to say. "that's why i like to travel. i get to disappear in each city whenever i'm not fighting."

"how many cities have you been to?"

"a lot." he chuckled and listed all the cities and countries he's been to. you listened in awe. "what about you?"

"i've never really left california." you responded. "but after being here, i'd love to see everything. the sagrada familia makes me feel small but not in a scary way. it's like a monument to the great things humans can do."

"how cute!" a familiar voice interrupted. "little rival team playtime, huh?" kwon and another cobra kai came from around the corner. "thought you were only for miyagi do to play with."

"and i thought i told you to leave me alone." you tried to push past them but they blocked the path. you could smell the alcohol on kwons breath as he spoke. "just let us go."

"what's the magic word?" kwon asked, leaning in closer to you.

"move." you responded bluntly, not wanting anything else to do with this.

"wrong." kwon scoffed and shook his head. he glanced over your shoulder and you were sure someone was behind you.

"we just want to go back to the hotel." you weren't planning on giving kwon what he wanted.

"okay. you can go, only if you say please." kwon was in your face again, smug smile plastered on his face.

before you knew it, the other cobra kai kicked axel. it barely affected him as he shot into action to defend the both of you.

"come on, hit me. show me why they brought you here." kwon tapped his cheek and you were about to raise your arm when you were grabbed from behind. you elbowed whoever grabbed you multiple times before being able to slither out and kick him across the face. at the same time, axel shoved the other cobra kai into kwon. "okay come on. i'll take you both."

the sound of sirens took everyone but kwon out of the fight. he was still pressing axel and had to be taken away by his teammates.

"come on, let's go."

the two of you bolted back to the beach. after catching your breath, you started laughing a little.

"what?" axel asked.

"that guy kicked you and you barely moved. you have a strong base."

axel looked away from you, a smile spreading across his face. "thanks. that was a nice roundhouse."

"thanks, axel." you smiled at him and then looked out at the ocean. when you looked back at him, he was staring. no, he was admiring you. "what?"

axel said nothing, he only reached to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. his hand brushed against your face and you leaned into the touch.

and then he kissed you.

and you kissed him back. it was perfect. he was cradling your face with one hand, pulling you closer by your waist with the other. his mouth moved against yours softly and romantically. it was sweet. he didn't want anything other than to kiss you and you were happy to oblige and let yourself be putty in his hands.

but then your head started spinning again. you pulled away abruptly, taking a deep breath as you came up for air. the alcohol, the running, and the kissing were all making you dizzy. "axel i-."

"i'm sorry, i should go. already after curfew." axel took off running down the beach.

"wait, axel!" you called out after him but he was gone. you felt terrible as you went back inside the bar to meet with your team. everyone was already heading out and robby was nowhere to be seen. you figured he had went back to the hotel and hoped he would be fine. everyone else on the other hand would be dealing with their drama for a minute, including yourself.

#axel kovacevic #axel kovacevic x reader #axel cobra kai #cobra kai season 6 #cobra kai season 6 part 2 #cobra kai x reader

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kk-ckffawards · 3 months ago

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Cobra Kai Fanfiction Awards 2025 - Nominations Master List

Hello to all our badass Miyagi-Dos, Cobras, and Seikai Taikais!

We have posted all our nomination polls, so here's a master post of everything you'll need to know for this stage. There's still plenty of time to nominate your favorites, so make sure all of your beloved stories have a chance to win!

All eligible stories must be:

-- Started, updated or finished during the period of Jan 1, 2024 to February 28, 2025.

--Have a word count of 10k or more (this requirement is for Work In Progress only)

-- Posted on the Ao3 site under the tags “Cobra Kai (Web Series)” and/or “Karate Kid (Movies)” (You do not need to have an Ao3 account to nominate a story.)

And here are the links to all the polls so you don't have to search for them all over the blog:

NOMINATIONS POLL DAY 1

Hawk/Eli

Seikai Taikai arc character

Self-Insert/Reader

Action

Gen Fic

Best Tugboat (Moon/Piper, Amanda/Anoush, Dutch/Jimmy, Daniel /Chozen, Amanda/Carmen, Jimmy/Jenny, Sam/Demetri, Amanda/Johnny, Robby/Shawn, Daniel/Kreese, Daniel/Dutch, Bobby/Daniel, Tommy/Susan, Aisha/Tory, Daniel/Kumiko, Bobby/Barbara, Johnny/Chozen, Terry Silver/Wolf, Johnny Lawrence/Wolf, Axel/Samantha, Devon/Kenny)

Best Novella (10k+)

Best Reader

NOMINATIONS POLL DAY 2

Best Johnny (The Karate Kid-era)

Best Chozen

Best Demetri

Best Amanda

Best Event/Challenge Fic

Best Romance

Best Frigate (Johnny/Ali, Johnny/Bobby, Daniel/Ali, Miguel/Tory, Kenny/Anthony, Miguel/Hawk, Hawk/Moon, Demetri/Yasmine, Johnny/Dutch, Hawk/Sam)

Best Ficlet (101-999 words)

NOMINATIONS POLL DAY 3

Original Character

Terry Silver

Sam

Anthony

Comedy

Best Lawrusso

Best Completed longfic

Best multi chapter

NOMINATIONS POLL DAY 4

Best Daniel LaRusso (from The Karate Kid era)

Best OG Cobras

Best Tory Nichols

Best Carmen Diaz

Best Holiday-themed fic

Best Fluff

Best Cruiser (Miguel/Sam, Hawk/Demetri, Amanda/Daniel, Daniel/Terry, Johnny/Carmen, Kreese/Terry, Miguel/Robby, Sam/Tory, Robby/Tory, Robby/Sam)

Best Drabble (100 words)

NOMINATIONS POLL DAY 5

Best Johnny (Cobra Kai era)

Best Mr Miyagi

Best Miguel

Best Kenny

Best Returning Writer

Best Character Study

Best Whump

Best Platonic Dynamic

Best Series

NOMINATIONS POLL DAY 6

Best Daniel (Cobra Kai)

Best John Kreese

Best Robby

Best New Writer

Best AU

Best Smut

Best Polyam

Best Oneshot

Nomination Polls will be open until May 25th at 8pm Central Time.

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Once we have all the nominations the fics will go through to voting to decide the winners of the most prestigious (and, so far, the only) fanfiction awards in the Cobra Kai fandom. The awards ceremony will take place in our Discord Server, on a date that we will announce soon.

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ananke-xiii · 7 months ago

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work/life balance vs we're like a family

okay so i'm gonna tag this "severance spoilers" but it's def more about s1 and i want to use this post for future reference since s2 is currently airing so there aren't gonna be any actual spoilers in it

if you've worked in corporate you probably know that "mental heatlh awareness week!!11!!11" and the "we're a team, we're a family" propaganda is real and sickening.

"severance" has taken the first theme literally since people arguably have "solved" the work/life balance conundrum by removing themselves from the picture: you don't actually need to balance your work/life... life anymore if one part of you "lives" while the other "works".

cool, fine, great concept, we're all hooked.

However, one of the show subplots is gabby arteta's and devon scout's pregnancies. And, as we all know by now, it's INSANE.

so... what if... they took the "we're like a family" theme literally too??

what if this is not a subplot, but THE plot?

what if it's not so much about severed workers but severed pregnancies??? as in, the severance procedure is a by-product of experiments on reproduction?

if you think about it, the severance procedure is about space rather than time: severed people still experience events in a linear chronological order but these events are based on the location they're in.

and where do gabby and devon go to have their babies? to the hospital, you say? No, they go to those scary pregnancy houses in the woods.

and who does mark end up dating? devon's midwife, alexa. Now, I don't remember how many but the show makes a point when it tells us the number of children alexa delivers per day. and, i mean, have you seen the town they all live in? it doesn't scream babyland, as a matter of fact there are literally no babies at all. the house are empty ffs.

so where are all these babies?

and what about ms cobel and her shrine with the baby thing inside? and she's a midwife as well? or, at least, she knows how to work with babies.

so... hear me out... what if.... WHAT IF

when ms cobel tells that guy (i don't remember his name, the security guy anyway) that "if you need a hug, go to hell and find your mother?" it's not just a cool line, but a key line?

we know the severed floor has been visually paralleled to hell via helly r.

we know that helly r. tells mark something along the lines of "you're not my family".

we know helly r. is very much family to lumon to the point that, when she was a kid, she thought she had hundreds of brothers and sisters...

we know that gabby's husband is a pro-severance senator who's clearly pro-lumon

so... what if

the key, or one of the keys, is literally to "go to hell and find your mother"?

what if lumon is your literal, actual family like in helly r's case????

#severance #severance spoilers #severance season 1 #severance season 2 #severance s1 #severance s2 #helly r #ms cobel #mark scout #gabby arteta #devon scout #work/life balance #family is hell... again!#helena eagan #severance apple tv

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kamyru · 1 year ago

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Them posting Candy on social media after they start dating (MCL: NG x Candy) (Headcanons)

Roy Aquino

Roy started posting Candy on social media before they even started dating.

He had some followers who were sure they were together before they officially were.

After that, there's nothing that can stop him.

He won't make embarrassing posts with Candy. However, it doesn't mean he won't make close friends stories with some funny candids of her, like barely awake or laughing till crying.

This meany also posts Candy being breathless after an intense gym "date".

Amanda de Lavienne

Amanda's first post with Candy will probably be about their engagement or something.

The people who are not close to her won't even know that she has someone.

Except for those who are attentive enough to see that she likes romantic and cheesy posts from time to time.

Candy also won't post Amanda because she asked her not to.

However, if they ever have a wedding, both will have matching profile pictures from their wedding for a while, maybe even a few years.

Then, Amanda will allow Candy to post cute videos from the special day, but who knows?

Jason Mendal

Jason is struggling between wanting to tease the hell out of Candy and wanting to show a perfect life.

If we imagine he has friends, he probably does the same thing as Roy and posts embarrassing photos of Candy only on close friends.

But as posts, there are only photos in which both look 120%.

He has the type of social media you will want to show your parents, with photos from all the celebrations with him and Candy standing properly and stiff but with smiles worth some toothpaste commercials.

However, he lets Candy tag him in her posts, and in them, everything is way, way more natural and cute. Jason smiles genuinely and has a lovestruck face while looking at Candy.

Roy probably did a fake account to like them because he couldn't let himself like them from the main one.

Devon Okere

Devon is the most chill about it. He will sometimes post cute photos or allow Candy to do it if she wants to.

He won't bother to post candids only for close friends. If they are cute and not embarrassing, he will post them for everyone to see.

However, he has Roy to post strange photos of him and Candy, and tag them with some cheesy comment underneath. Devon made sure that Candy didn't mind and just moved on.

Some of his business partners ask him about Candy from time to time because they saw her on his page and are surprised to see her working at Devenementiel too.

If Candy tried hard enough, she may even convince Devon to match profile photos with her, but soon, he will change it to a more professional one.

Thomas Rheault

Thomas is aware of how easily you can find someone's personal information from their social media.

So, don't expect this man to be very active. His main "social media" is probably Linkedin.

Jokes aside, people will probably find out he has someone only after talking with him in person.

He's that person who dated for like 10 years, got married 3 years ago, and some of his friends still think he is single.

However, from time to time, he gets into photos of his friends or from Devenementiel's page, and everyone who has access to the photos can see how he softly looks at Candy and understands that there has to be something between them.

#my candy love #my candy love new gen #mcl new gen #roy aquion #amanda de lavienne #jason mendal #devon okere #thomas rheault

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sydwritess · 1 month ago

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I’d like to request a platonic Miguel Diaz x female reader imagine. It’s a rewrite of the tag team fight scenes from episode 7 of season 6. In this imagine, 7 fighters get sent to the tournament instead of 6. The reader is part of Miyagi-Do. She and Miguel are friends with a sibling type of relationship. Devon and the reader are a tag team. Devon sees a girl about to attack the reader and says something like “Y/N, look out” before tackling the girl off the mat and getting eliminated. After Devon gets eliminated, the reader tags Sam. The part where Miguel tells Robby “Watch how it’s done” and takes on two Dublin Thunder fighters at once doesn’t change.

Close or Not?

Miguel Diaz x fem!reader

Summary: You and Miguel have been friends for a while. You practically call your siblings at this point. During the Sekai Tekai, you both take down teams and competitors one by one, climbing the ladder that your team couldn't.

Second Person POV

Notes: requests are open!

You and Miguel have always been close. You met in middle school and instantly clicked. And the two of you have been inseparable since.

You were now at the Sekai Tekai together. You couldn't believe how far you've come to be here but you were thankful. You were getting ready to go to the next event when Devon popped her head into the bathroom.

"Is it safe?" She asked, closing her eyes.

"I'm only brushing my hair." You giggle. She comes over next to you and sits up on the counter.

"Soo... let's talk about you and Miguel." She says, excitingly.

"Me and Miguel?"

"Yeah, we al see how close you two are." She says.

"Yeah because we've known each other for a while."

"But still. The way he looks at you. The way he cheers you on. He doesn't do that for anybody else." She backs.

"Maybe because it's a competition and we're trying to win."

"Orrr maybe he likes you."

"Oh please. Me and Niguel are like siblings."

"Siblings to the point where it makes Sam get a jealous look?"

"Maybe she's just insecure." You say, finishing your hair.

"Yeah, definitely insecure... and jealous."

"i don't know why she's jealous. I mean- she literally knew that we were close when she started dating him. Like she has no right to be jealous." You say.

"I don't know. It's kind of getting a lot though. I feel like it's just dirty looks from her to you all the time. It's really annoying."

"Tell me about it. I don't get why she can't leave it alone. I mean... ask Miguel himself. When I go over for family dinners, Carmen legit calls me her daughter. Like is it me or should I just back away a bit?" You ask.

"Oh no, no, no. Do not back away. Look, I like Sam and all don't get me wrong. But sometimes... she can be a little much. If she really has a problem with you and Miguel being so close, then that's the start of an unhealthy relationship." She says, pointing to you slightly.

"Yeah, I like her to but you know. And you right it is. He isn't jealous that she talks to different guys so why is she jealous of me. It's not like I'm all up on him kissing him and shit. I literally just wish him a good luck, and hug him once in a while."

"I get that." She says. The room falls silent. "Oh shit. We have to go." She says, looking at her phone. You quickly get your things and walk out of the hotel, rushing your way across to the arena.

"Your late." Sensei Lawrence says.

"Yeah, yeah we know." you say, rolling your eyes and standing with the group. You stand next to Miguel seeing how there was no spots left. Across the way you see Sam roll her eyes.

"You have something you want to share with the class LaRusso?" You ask, making all heads turn her way. She just looks away from you.

Sensei Lawrence begins talking about the competition.

"I see what you mean." You mouth to over to Devon. She bites her lip to hide her smile.

"Are you to good or are we going to keep getting distracted." Sensei says.

"Oh yeah. All good. Just... talking about the people in the room." You say. He nods his head and eventually everyone starts following him to the side of the mat.

"We have now entered the elimination phase of the Sekai Tekai. The previous rounds have determined your current rankings." The women says.

"The number one team, will face the number sixteen team. The number two team will face the number fifteen team, and so on."

"Okay, so that means at number 12, were facing five. Dublin Thunder." Devon says.

"Oh great. I heard they started a fight with some locals at the beach." Hawk says.

The host keeps on talking, we all look over to see Dublin Thunder looking back at us, jumping in excitement. The host continues going over the rules. Suddenly, a platform behind her starts to lower, still keeping it's distance in the air.

"We're fucked." Demetri says. You look over at him with at 'what the hell' look. He just shrugs.

"Two fighters from each dojo are allowed at one time." The host says. Every team starts to prepare and get pep-talks from their Sensei's.

Sensei Lawrence talks to your team. But your mind was somewhere else. focused on what to do. The Iron Dragons were up first, taking down the West End Warriors quickly.

"What was this dude made in a lab?" Hawk asked.

"He's like a mix between the Winter Soldier and Frankenstein's monster." Demetri adds.

"Don't call him a monster. You don't know what he's been through." Sam says, rolling her eyes.

Next was Cobra Kai and Polar Slaget's. Cobra kai took the Polar's down with ease. Tory and Yoon were up first, but they beat the other team with no hesitation.

The crowd chants for Tory over and over until they exit the platform.

"Next on the platform, Dublin Thunder and Miyagi Do." The host says. Sam starts walking away, searching for her dad again.

"Alright, let's bring it in." Sensei says, walking to us.

"I got something to say. It's been a tough day. Probably shouldn't have been such a dick to all of you, but I want you to know that I believe with every bone in my body that you can do this." He says.

"You guys know a lot more about balance than me, so remember everything Sensei LaRusso said and use all your Miyagi Do skills to stay up there." He says.

"Yeah, let's go." Miguel says, encouragingly.

"Alright, I'm thinking we should start strong with our captains. Sam and Robby. Then Devon, and Y/n. Hawk, Demetri And Miguel's our anchor." Sensei says. Everyone bows in our group.

Sam and Robby both go up to the platform, waiting for the other team to get there.

"You guys got this!" Sensei yells.

It was a tough fight. All four of the throwing kicks and punches everywhere. Dublin Thunder was tough. To tough. Robby tried kicking on of them off, but they stood their ground. He got distracted, looking at Tory, and that's when Robby got kicked off.

Next up was Devon. She rushed up to the platform and helped Sam get one guy off of her. Devon ended up kicking him off, and helped Sam with this other girl. Devon tried to help, but before he got further, Sam was kicked off.

"You got this Y/n." Sensei says. You nod and go up to the platform. You drag on guy off of Devon and throw a series of kicks at him.

You got him towards the edge of the mat where he lost his balance and fell. You rush over to Devon to help her. She get's out of his grasp and you take over.

"Y/n behind you!" She yells, you turn to see some girl rushing towards you, but before you could react, Devon kicks her off, also falling herself.

You punch the guy off as Hawk and two other Dublin Thunder's come up. You take on one tall one while Hawk takes on a girl. The knew some serious defense, so you put that to the test. Throwing kick after kick, punch after punch. You hadn't even noticed Hawk got kicked off the platform until Demetri showed up. He tackled a guy down, but didn't last much longer as he got kicked off himself.

You tried to defend yourself against the two guys. You were holding up pretty well for yourself. You continue doing series of movements, separating the two as much as possible. Eventually Miguel came up and grabbed on of them by the shoulder, spinning him around and kicking him off the platform. You managed to kick the other one off to.

"Are you okay?" Miguel asks, Sticking out his hand to help you up.

"Yeah, thanks." You say. Just then one more of the team members came up. Miguel caught him first, kicking him in the ribs before sending him over to you.

Your fist crossed his face harshly, and you elbowed him in the stomach, sending him over to Miguel. It was like a game of catch. You spend a couple of minutes swinging him back in forth. He was now in Miguel's hands.

"Your call." Miguel says, pushing the guy towards you. You taking him and do a flying tornado kick, sending him off the platform. Just then, the buzzer kicks on, signaling that the round was over.

"We did it." Miguel breaths out. He high-fives you before pulling you into the hug, the crowd cheering loudly behind you.

"Fucking hell that was tiring." You say, letting out a shaky laugh. You both walk off the platform, going back to your team who congratulated you both.

"You did it!" Devon said happily, hugging you. "Sam gave you two the most disgusting look when you and Miguel hugged. But you didn't hear it from me." Devon whispered in your ear.

"Of course." You laugh. Your team walks out of the arena, and you go your separate ways. You walk out of the arena and down across to the hotel. You walk through the hotel lobby, going into the bathroom to change out of your gi.

You change into some fresh clothes and make your way down to the restaurant in the hotel. You quickly grabbed some food before sitting down in a corner booth.

You take out your phone and start scrolling through it as you eat. You suddenly hear a plate click against the table, and look up to see Miguel sitting across from you.

"Hey." He smiles.

"Hi." You say.

"That- that match earlier today... you did great." He said, quietly.

"Thanks. You did great to." You say, slightly smiling.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. A long silence.

"Can I ask you something?" Miguel asks. You nod.

"Have you talked to Sam at all?" He questions. "Because she's been acting like super weird the whole tournament. I- I just don't know if it's something about me, or... or what it is." She says. His voice slowing down at the end.

"I don't know. Honestly. I have noticed it though..." You trail off, hesitating on what to say next. "Kind of... when I'm around."

He looks up at you from his plate, mouth slightly open.

"I don't think it's like that." He says, shaking his head.

"Oh no, not me either. It's just... Devon mentioned it earlier." You say. "I'm sorry, I don't even know why I fucking listen to her some times." You say.

"I understand that. Obviously if it bothers you, I'd rather you tell me." He says. You nod along.

"Uhm- yeah. So that team earlier. Jesus, talk about anger issues." You say, trying to switch topics.

"I know right. Especially that blonde girl. It's 'okay, you can calm down. It's not like I shot you.'" Miguel jokes.

"I know right." You smile. "It's like he punched her little brother or something." You laugh.

"Yeah! Like we barely know each other!" He says, laughing out.

You both continue eating dinner. It had been a good hour before you both got up and started walking out to the lobby. You went to the elevators, walking in and going up to your floor.

"What do you think about tomorrow? Nice free-day break." You say.

"I'm glad for that." He says.

"Do you want to hang out? I know this great restaurant near by." You ask. Suddenly the elevator stops, and you step out of it.

"Yeah, I'd love to." He says, pulling you in for a hug. You nod.

"Great. I will see you tomorrow." He says.

"See you tomorrow Mig."

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reigraceee · 4 months ago

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Notes from a first time Severance viewer Pt 2

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*spoilers for both seasons one and two!**

You can read Pt 1 Here if you're interested/haven't already, but you don't need to. Basically, the run down is a couple days ago a binge watched Severance and took some notes while I went. I wanted to share my thoughts since I've had a pretty different experience, being able to watch it all together. I also just wanted to put it all out there into the void because I don't have anyone to talk to lol.

I'm also interested how other's experience, so I'd love it if you commented/reblogged with your own thoughts/experiences (I've finished the whole series so feel free to spoil lol).

Alright, so we left off on the season 1 finale:

^the way Mark was joking with Helly about waking up to see each other but instead finds himself with Ms. Cobel still kills me

^I really expected Helly's outie to be nicer lol. I wasn't ready for how different outies and Innies could be. At this time my theory was that Innies and Outies were influenced by each others subconsciousness so that they were effectively the same people just molded by their situations differently. Which isn't wrong, I don't think, but I assumed that if Innie Helly hated Lumon those feelings would seep into Outie Helly's perception. At first, I even though the reason Helly was so resistant towards Lumon must have had something to do with her Outie's feelings. I wasn't ready for Helly's outie to have none of her rebelliousness at all.

Off topic, but in retrospect I wonder if Mark recognized Helena in the parking lot and if Helena took in interest in Mark since before S2 (why were they in that parking lot alone)

^I was worried Mark would go on thinking Devon was his wife lol

^still waiting for this answer lol

^this was the beginning of my annoyance with Irv's story. I was sooo stressed for them and I was certain that there was no way Irving would be able to find anyone and tell them everything in time. I thought it would make much more sense for him to write a note for his outie to find. It was KILLING ME.

I adore Irving but I couldn't help but feel like he's been wasted. I felt like his arc started becoming increasingly trivial to the main plot, but maybe (fingers crossed) S3 will make up for that.

^Too bad Helena wasn't as bad at acting as Helly. Sigh.

(I'm getting ahead of myself but Helena faking being Helly actually wrecked me. I felt that heartbreak firsthand.)

^Justice for Ricken. Mark's Outie just wasn't ready for Ricken's genius yet smh

^looking back it's just that Helly is who Helena is supposed to be if that makes sense. It's a whole nature vs nurture thing of course, but I also think being plopped into a vacuum Helly became the person she meant to be without the pressures put on her growing.

^I was shaking my head at the screen so furiously lol, I could see no way Irv's plan would go his way

^Just taking a moment of gratitude that the thing I wanted most to happen in season 1 (the kiss) and the thing I wanted most to happen in this episode (Mark telling Devon everything) both actually happened because from here I was afraid we would lose everything else lol.

^THIS WAS A JOKE

I love Milcheck so much and I'm glad he made it to season 2, but I so didn't want him to mess up the mission and I was ready to go to extreme lengths lmao

^Helena is such a liar. Does she ever not lie? She needs a nice threptic session with Ms. Casey to let all her lies out, they must be building up lol

^that switch up is still kind of confusing maybe I missed something (also just realized that I misspelled her name lol)

^Still sad we didn't get to see outie Irv waking up lol

what I really wanted to happen was for Mark to stay severed and blissfully unaware while somehow getting his back. I was sure that the whole Gemma reveal would kill the chanced of Mark x Helly, so going into S2 I was just glad Mark x Helly was canon while I expected it to immediately fall apart.

I felt like they just inserted the whole Mark x Helly thing for drama's sake, so I was very pleasantly surprised that it actually became such an important part of the story in S2!

Update: pt 3 here

#severance #my severance notes #severance spoilers #my posts #helena eagan #helly r #mark s #irving severance #mark x helly #<not as much in this part so I'm hoping I'm not clogging the tag but I want to find my people lol

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samantitheos · 1 year ago

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Weekly Tag Wednesday

Thanks for the tags @deedala and @jrooc. 🖤

Name: Sam.

Age: Older than Cam, younger than Noel.

First Pet? Buck, a black, long-haired cat who lived to be 23. 🐈‍⬛

First Word? I just tried to ask my parents...

First Celebrity Crush? So JTT seems like a common denominator among a bunch of us... Also Devon Sawa (I basically wore out the VHS of Wild America at my grandparents' house) and AJ from the Backstreet Boys.

First IRL Crush? Calin, my grade 4 "boyfriend." Also still randomly have dreams about him once in a while despite not having seen him in like 20+ years. What does it meeeean???

First kiss? This is so sad, but I actually don't remember. Probably one of my friends during Truth or Dare.

First Car? I spent my hard-earned cash working at A&W on this monstrosity my friends nicknamed "Hot Thunder." Smh. All I know is shame.

First apartment/house/dorm/whatever away from your parents? This tiny little house we rented that had bright orange 70s-era flower power wallpaper in one of the rooms. I'll spare you the picture, but nightmare inducing.

First time on a plane? Going to Cancun with my parents when I was 3.

First cellphone? Nokia 3310, I think. I just remember playing the snake game. 🐍

First concert? Rod Stewart. Thanks, mom. Lol.

First Foreign country you visited? Probably the US, but definitely Mexico when I was 3.

First sport you ever played? First team sport was softball, but I did a bunch of other shit even before that (ballet, swimming, figure skating). I was so athletic, I have no idea what happened lol.

First career aspiration? I went through a weird marine biology phase before I probably even understood what a biologist was.

And finally… tell me about the first time you wrote/drew/created/whatever something that made you think "wow": Feeling pride in my own work? Ew. But I guess my MA dissertation if only because it was 5 times as long as anything I had ever written before, and I didn't think I could do that.

Giving a little boopity boop to some homies. @gallapiech @lingy910y @krysmiss @mickittotheman @energievie @whaticameherefor @wehangout @callivich @camnoelgallavich @depressedstressedlemonzest @sam-loves-seb @sluttymickey

EDIT: My mom just texted to say she thinks "Buck" was my first word. 🥺🥺 But also that I couldn't always pronounce it right, so maybe my dad wasn't too far off with "fuck." 🤣

#tag game #weekly tag wednesday

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tales-from-nocturnaliss · 4 months ago

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Personal Intro

Oh you're curious about me, eh? I guess there'd be a lot to say, so I'll try and keep it short (lol watch me fail)

(he is my spirit animal fr fr)

💁‍♀️ About me 🙋‍♀️

I'm a 40+ yo trilingual writer hailing from the Kingdom of Belgium, who discovered back in '23 that she's actually autistic. As mentioned in my Writeblr Intro, I am obsessed with psychology and emotions and my stories will always revolve around character lives and, sometimes, deaths. I'm also obsessed with Death. There are necromancers. Vampires. Ponderings on the meaning of life. Y'know. All that deep thought shit that my brain craves and that I therefore put down onto virtual paper because I must.

I'm also way friendlier than my stories/posts may make you think, I do like to talk with people, I do like Asks and questions and tag games (though sometimes I may be too tired/forget them - the side of my autism that is ADHD), and there's absolutely nothing you can't throw my way as long as it's respectfully done.

🤏 About my health 🏳️

As stated in my Writeblr Intro, I'm chronically exhausted. Executive dysfunction is a daily struggle, as is getting up, getting my head straight, trying to push past the mental paralysis… I used to work in retail (not all as bad as you'd think), but when my health took a nosedive in 2016 and I stopped working, I never fully recovered. Add in 2019 an attempt to work again that ended with my first fullblown melt/shutdowns and stress levels so high that the slightest effort got my heartrate dangerously high and my body breaking apart. I've been in autistic burnout since. This is in part why I struggle so much with socials despite genuinely wanting to connect with people.

Learning about the autism in '23 helped a lot with my mental wellbeing, not so much with my physical welfare. Understanding you're in a near-constant state of pain that is inexplainable to most people because it's not pain as they understand it was a huge relief. It's not me, you know? It's my brain. We are not the same entity, despite sharing a body. Or so it feels essentially all the damn time.

✍️ About my characters 💅

Weird that I mention them here? Thing is, they are an integral part of my personality. They are me, and I am them, in the way that a chunk of them came to exist in my mid-twenties as I built my fractured personality from the ground up, and that they have wants and wills of their own. I don't choose their lives: they choose. For better and worse. And if this sounds a little schizo, eh, well… Aside from Dwyn, I am in control of all of them (he grinned in my head, this is how not in control I am of him). They are parts of me. And channeling their lives and wills helps me to cope with my life, sometimes. I draw a lot of strength from them, and from a few in particular (the triptych Devon - Dwyn - Sokyte (the last one resurrected in '24 why did I ever kill him off why just why my cinnamon roll ._.)).

I'm also detached from them in the sense that they are me, but they are them, and I'll be first to roast them for their stupidity or weirdnesses or, sometimes, alas, iffy behaviour. You don't hurt me by mocking them. But I'm attached to them as with friends, so if they get upset, I'll be first in line to defend them.

🙏 Current goals 🧠

There was a time I really wanted to become a known author and try to make money off my skill. This definitely contributed to my burning myself out years ago, and it has taken all this time to get back to a semblance of regular ability. I still struggle. But I'm also growing older and becoming afraid that I will never finish anything worth sharing. I suppose I'll have to accept I will leave an incomplete legacy one day. It'll still be better than leaving no legacy at all.

So in 2025 I'm gearing myself towards building up the first real Tales from Aeyuu book (in a planned series) called Roads to Malmern that I'll self-publish/sell through Ko-fi. I haven't decided yet. The first step is to get the book done. Currently it is put together and has been alpha-read by my awesome writing buddy @cicidarkarts. The next step is for me to dive back in with all of her insights and feedback and mould the story into a narrative that is clear for the reader. I aim to start in May. And pray I'll be able to focus my brain on it, since I've been so distracted by the DnD AU.

Speaking of that AU though: it has created connections that have rekindled my hope I may one day write the one story I've been meaning to write since 2011: The Age of Silence. So it hasn't been purely distracting. It's brought some fresh new ideas as well that have made me rethink (yet again) what I want for that story. The combo Dwyn/Sokyte has been my fave discovery so far.

My current goals will always fluctuate, but I am determined to create some long-term goals for myself to gravitate towards. Roads to Malmern and The Age of Silence are those two main goals for 2025.

👇 Shameless plug ☝️

Because it's my blog and I'll do so if I want to lol:

Patreon --- Ko-Fi

I share my monthly writings through both in a bundle at the start of the month. Memberships also invite you automatically to a closed Discord server where you can discuss writing and life and basically exist in a safe and supportive environment (and yes you may ask me for the link without membership, but I only invite people I vibe with well).

And on Ko-Fi I offer feedback comms. I genuinely LOVE to help and my pattern brain as well as 20+ years of writing and improving my craft have allowed me to grow proficient in narrative flow and what just works and doesn't. And if all you want is to get some eyes on your work and to get praise on all you did well, there's a comm for that too. I'm honest with my praise.

Thanks for stopping by and don't hesitate to prod me for anything. I really do like to chat. I just suck at reaching out to people because exhaustion.

#meet the writer #writeblr #audhd writer

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jesuisgourde · 5 months ago

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questions/thoughts/theories i have about severance now that i've watched the first episode of season 2 (i have managed to avoid all spoilers as far as i know):

(@racxnteur I'm tagging you because i know you wanted to know my thoughts)

who was gemma before she "died" and became miss casey? was she already a severed worker before her death? (my theory: not a severed worker, maybe a journalist who got too close to whatever lumon is actually doing? or maybe a scientist who worked on perfecting severence (she can't be the one who originated severance considering the not that large age difference between helly and mark i think, since helly was a small child when severance happened? idk))

cobel asked devon if mark ever thought he saw gemma walking around and stuff after she died. which implies that gemma/miss casey can leave the lumon compound and is able to walk around but for some reason has had to continue faking that she's dead. why? is she being forced to under threat to his or her life? does she want to? did she want to divorce him and this was a better/the only way? does it have to do with who she was/is to lumon as gemma rather than casey? is it a sort of petey-like situation, where she un-severed and remembers both and couldn't go back home and so had to "die"? but then she was caught? (does that mean that mark never saw her body when she died?)

what's up with helly? in this first episode she seems to be acting a little weird. she doesn't tell the others what she saw on the outside. part of me thinks it makes sense, maybe she thinks they'll be mistrustful of her if she knows who her outie really is. part of me wonders if she's actually not severed? and it's actually helena who's inside right now pretending to be helly?

the idea of this family visiting room is wild. one thought i have about it is that if family *do* visit, they're going to get this uncanny valley (or completely different) version of their loved one and will reject them. my other thought is that the innies don't even know what their outside families look like or how they act, so they could bring anyone at all in to pretend to be their family and the innies would be none the wiser.

i love how extra surreal this first episode is already. a child as manager? this weird new team that then disappears? the insane claymation psa video thing?

i also love just the little bits of so very normal dumb corporate issues, like milchick's login on the computer still saying cobel's name.

interesting that seeds of mistrust are being sown by giving each of the team some sort of secret: dylan gets the visiting room and helly has what she saw.

sooooo interesting about the (as far as we know at this point) lack of extreme punishment for the 4 of them. theory #1: lack of punishment is in a way its own form of punishment, since it means paranoia about some sort of delayed punishment happening. this also goes along with the claim that there are no recording devices anymore (now instead they'll be paranoid that the devices are simply more hidden). theory #2: lumon has to save face. they can't do anything that would physically damage the innies because the outies would know and since it's in the news (presumably) it would cause an issue. theory #3: this sowing division will be a punishment in its own way in that not only did their efforts change nothing really, it also means they get pulled apart. theory #4: there will be extreme punishment, but not yet. they are being lulled into a false sense of security, but as soon as they try to do anything, the totalitarian clampdown under milchick will be even worse than under cobel, because he's more underhanded and far less fanatical in that sort of manic way.

is it actually in the news? lumon seems like a pretty fucking big company. it seems like they could probably cover something like this up or at least tone it down very quickly. are they just telling the team that they made the news in order to placate them?

the last shot of the episode overlays the numbers the team are working on with miss casey/gemma's face. is that supposed to be metaphorical? is it literal? is whatever they're working on related to her and the "testing room" they talked about? can she see them through the numbers? are the numbers somehow keeping her trapped? are they testing on her? is she being forced to test on them? what's happening?

i'm interested to see what is happened to mark on the outside. the last we saw of him on the outside was innie mark screaming that gemma is alive. will he believe devon and ricken when they tell him? how does he react? i feel like something like that would maybe do the opposite of giving someone like him hope, and would send him into a different kind of depressive spiral. because on the one hand there's the "she doesn't want to see me" type of thoughts. and also the "my innie gets to see her and i don't" thoughts. which then makes sense why mark would decide he wanted his innie to go back.

i think the only spoiler for this season i've seen is irving drawing burt over and over again, which i think is really interesting not for any specific narrative reason, but because i like this idea that once he learns his outie is an artist, he suddenly realizes he has that same artistic skill he didn't know he had before.

weird that mark has that glass cube of his head and the italian "new" teammate had a wooden one. what are those about? i'm so curious!

now that cobel is fired, and she lives next to mark, what's going to happen to her and to him? clearly she's brainwashed or something so she's not going to just instantly turn on lumon and start rebelling too. is she going to continue spying on him and feed milchick information? did devon and ricken tell mark that his neighbor is his boss, because if so that might make mark more suspicious/cautious?

we learned in the final episode of the last season that they don't all live on the same lumon housing estate. some questions/theories based on that: question: is the apartment block we see irving living in another lumon housing estate, or does he just live in a regular ass housing block? same with burts house. question: helly clearly doesn't live with her father. does she live in her own house or in a lumon housing estate? theory #1: mark and gemma lived in a non-lumon housing estate but when gemma died he decided to get a severed job and moved onto a lumon housing estate so he wouldn't have to think about the memories of the house he and gemma lived in. theory #2: since he was already a teacher at lumon university (????) they already lived in a lumon estate, so all the stuff packed up in the basement was packed and stored down there, not stuff that was packed for moving and never unpacked after moving in. this would go well with the idea that gemma was also a scientist that was working on severance or with lumon in some other capacity, since if they both worked with lumon in some (non-severed) way, it would make sense that they would decide to live in a lumon estate.

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also, reactions to/thoughts about season one below:

is irving's weird black goop of fatigue something to do with his outie's black paintings?

fascinated by helena being friends with the senator's wife who was severed for pregnancy and by the woman who's the spokesperson for the board. especially since it seems like board spokeswoman is another non-severed worker.

interesting that was sort of reverse-right about helly.

how are ricken and devon's weird friends going to act around outie mark now that they know they interacted with innie mark? i kind of hope the weird friends are in the second season more because they crack me up, they're all so ridiculous.

watching that final episode was the tensest i've been watching anything since i watched mikey & nicky for the first time in 2020

#severance #severance season 2 #(and some thoughts on the final ep of season 1)

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davi-doo · 5 months ago

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Another Tag Game

Last Song: Sprinter - Kalafina

I was playing the latest Anniversary live in the background while cooking. Talking about which, I still haven't watched the live encore yet. Maybe because I don't want to see it end.

Favorite Colour: Still orange

Last Book: Unmasking Autism by Dr. Devon Price

A precious book for any late diagnosed autistic adults or anyone who suspects themselves to be on the spectrum. The book discusses about how autism is under-diagnosed, about "masking" and its effects on neurodivergent who "passed" as allistic, and provides helpful guides to the unmasking process. You can find the audio of the first chapter on Youtube, in case you're interested.

Last Movie: Conclave

Watched it the second time last weekend just because I can. Caught a lot of new things and was moved to tears by the end.

Last TV Show: Severance Season 2

That last episode where Mrs. Cobel lies moaning on her late mother's bed, and the moan blends into the sound of the wave. That's so freaky, dude.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: SOUR

Last Thing I Searched for Online: Uh...Albert Wesker? Someone mentioned him and I didn't know/remember who he was.

Current Obsession: MORTAL KOMBAT *90s theme song playing* and Conclave

Looking Forward To:

Don't we all want it to end soon?

My cosplay commission just cleared the custom and is now heading towards me at a menacing pace.

Whoever let me listen to the 8th and 9th track of Halloween to Asa no Monogatari by Sound Horizon for free in the future, I owe you my life.

MORTAL KOMBAT 11 REVENANT KUNG LAO FUNKO POP

Whenever I can smell more perfumes

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Tagged by: @celestialspark Thank you!

Tagging: Whoever want to do this. Sadly, I don't have many people with whom I talk to around here.

#tagging game

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kradogsrats · 1 year ago

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We seriously couldn't go even 36 hours without a leak guys? Seriously?

Yes, secret showings suck. They extra suck when they aren't even secret, but literally rubbed in the face of everyone who, for whatever reason, isn't going physically to XYZ con. They extra EXTRA suck when promotion has otherwise been literally zero and we're all desperately licking crumbs off the floor. I think they're a terrible idea and the crew shouldn't do them, but whatever... their (and more likely Netflix's) choice.

It's still MASSIVELY disrespectful to everyone involved to immediately turn around and vomit everything on the internet. And you fucking KNOW it is, or y'all wouldn't be trying to find your cutesy little loopholes and fake-apologizing to Devon. I was actually pretty proud of this fandom's commitment to the bit as far as keeping things under wraps, but now it's OH RIGHT I REMEMBER NOW THAT EVERYONE SUCKS. Like, I personally have probably one of the most obnoxiously adversarial relationships possible with the creator/fan dynamic of modern media, and even I think this is a shitty thing to do.

And now it's just getting thrown out there IN THE MAIN GODDAMN TAGS, so it just SHOWS UP ON MY FUCKING DASH from people I DON'T EVEN FUCKING FOLLOW as part of tumblr's fake algorithm, so you're not just disrespecting the creators, you're disrespecting ALL THE FUCKING REST OF US WHO ARE IN THE SAME GODDAMN BOAT WITH YOU. I am seriously .05 seconds from blocking everyone in sight, I'm so fucking pissed off.

like for fuck's sake, this is embarrassing because I genuinely thought we, the TDP fandom of tumblr, were better than that... this ain't fucking reddit, try having some goddamn self-respect

#i know no one's doing this for clout because it's fucking tumblr and clout is more fake here than anywhere else #y'all are just genuinely excited and want to make people happy the way you are happy #YOU STILL FUCKING SUCK #seriously what is wrong with you #some of y'all i kind of liked and you just took a massive fucking shit right in my mouth

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devondespresso · 2 years ago

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WIP WhhhMonday Nightish

Once upon a time Devon was tagged in a wip wednesday by @eriquin and meant to do it but missed both wednesday and the weekend before remembering again. totally unrelated, Devon is working on getting their official adhd diagnosis.

i also noticed that the past snippets shared in wip-whatever posts have been purposefully the least interesting parts because i was worried about spoilers, which is dumb because that's created the unintended consequence of my tag is full of everything i don't like as much and a very different impression of what my fic is (as seen by most of these snippets being my rewritten scenes despite the actual fic being mostly new in-between scenes)

TLDR: WIP Whatever-day-it-is: But Actually For Fun This Time

The Rules

Post the file names of up to 5 of your WIPs for people to send you asks

Post a snippet of one of those WIPs

When people send you an ask with the name of one of your WIPs, write 3 lines of that WIP.

(Optional) Post the lines you wrote.

You can send multiple requests especially since this is going on through the weekend!

The WIPs

we're doing bulleted chapter titles to share from since that was my favorite and genuinely most productive format I've used. Feel free to ask for as many as you want, I plan on working on this basically all week

Karen Wheeler POV Bonus Chapter (Prologue kinda? side story in the same universe?? Bonus chapter set after season 1 and way before ch 1)

Steve, are you okay? Are you okay, Steve? (ch 9)

What's this? The consequences of my actions? (Is that a motherfucking Lovejoy reference?) (ch 10)

Kidnapping? no. surprise adoption. (lol get taken care of BITCH) (ch 11)

NEXT CHAPTER BC IDK HOW TO TRANSITION (ch 12) (a very tentative title for the next chapter to be written)

The Snippet

here is my favorite and most recent scene I've written, which takes place before they junkyard where Steve and Dustin are at the grocery store to get that ungodly amount of raw meat they have to toss around (also i've split chapters up a bit in the name of structure so the third chapter is now called "Mommy Issues Central". Lemme know any goofy vine reference ideas you guys have or if it should stay like that) (fear not, Get Yo Fucking Dog Bitch lives on still as chapter 4)

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They turned down the next aisle, lining the edges of the cart with some other pasta-related shit that he could still probably use. They heard someone coming over from the next aisle and before he could turn the cart around Mrs Wheeler pulled up.

"Oh, Steve ...and Dustin. What're you boys up to?"

He took a short breath to work their story into something without Mike, but Dustin beat him to it.

"He's teaching me stuff."

He was imitating the tone Steve used but still way too vague. Mrs Wheeler held up a smile, her brows slightly lifted.

"Y'know, like cooking-" Steve said, throwing in a little gesture to the cart.

"And cars, changing oil and things. Y'know just.. dad stuff."

Dustin's part convinced her, Mrs Wheeler's expression softening into a real smile.

"Well I won't keep you long,"

She nodded off to the side to talk to Steve one-on-one.

Great.

“Are you and Nancy okay?”

“Wh- we’re- Why? Did she say something?”

“No, no, she’s just been… closed off, lately. And I drove her to school the other day, she didn’t say why.”

“Sh- yeah, that- that’s on me. Sorry.”

“Did you break up?”

“No no, definitely not. We’re kinda… we’re working on it. I’m going to try and make it better, after y’know..” he gestured to Dustin behind him.

“Right.” she smiled again, “Let Nancy know she can talk to me about any of this? Please? I tell her but- I don't know, maybe it’d be different coming from you.”

He held up a smile for her.

“Yeah, sure. Mind if we..” he jutted a thumb towards the end of the aisle.

“Yes, go ahead.”

He gave her a short wave and turned back to Dustin, who studied random shit in the aisle like Steve would believe his sudden fascination with olive oil outweighed childish curiosity.

“Steve-”

He turned back around, seeing Mrs Wheeler coming back up to him and whispering again.

“I know I’m not your mother, but you can talk to me, too. Both of you, okay?”

He kept the smile in place and nodded again, and she finally went back to her cart.

Dustin “Definitely-Not-Eavesdropping” Henderson followed him out of the aisle, thankfully waiting until they were out of earshot to ask.

“What's going on with you and Nancy?”

“Thought we had ‘much bigger problems than my love life’?”

He pulled up to the deli, stopping to pretend to look at the options.

“We’re not dropping everything for it but we can still talk.” he groaned.

“I’ll tell you later, kay? Not exactly the best place to talk.''

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